This song has convinced me we need more digital Westerns. Maybe Westworld wasn't such a bad idea! No, no, no, this is the song talking. Ignore me.
I was trying to find a clever way to summarize Glomag but I like the description of the album from his website too much. It's the perfect blend of cool and stupid pretentious, which is kind of Chiptune in a nutshell in many ways. So I will leave you with his wise words, and wish you all a happy Chuesday:
'Roland had studied the data on the first four cartridges for a very long time, when he realized that the lamprey was hiding a fifth inside it's mouth. Discovered, the lamprey wheezed and sputtered, blowing air through the cartridge in an attempt to make it sound out a tune. Confused and frustrated, it spat the item out into the sand and disappeared into the vast, toxic lake. Roland dried it off, inserted it into the DMG, pressed start and heard the growling waveforms emerge. This sound brought to him the realization that a year had passed in this wasteland and there was now much work to be done.'
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